To Gaza

It's raining bombs
on the west band
War is back home
by the dawn
Every breathe
maybe the last
So make it longer
as you can ...

It's raining hell
on holly land
and the blue skies
are turning red
The olive trees
down on their knees
are saying a prayer
for the peace :

Hold on kid
We will be freed
despite the guns
of israel
Justice will rise
one of those days
and every caward
will have to pay ...